Mask Douluo's Death; Have You Heard of Sunset Forest...

Mask Douluo stared fixedly at the sacred sword slowly rising into the air, the pupils beneath his mask suddenly contracting.

Something was wrong.

This time, he could not sense the slightest trace of holy power from the sword. There was not even the most basic Soul Power fluctuation. The sword seemed to have become a piece of ordinary iron, silently flying toward the sky.

At such a life-or-death juncture, he did not believe the other party was merely bluffing. Just moments ago, his spiritual attack, powerful enough to shake a Super Douluo, had landed on this Quasi-Soul Elder brat like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing even the slightest ripple. That alone defied all reason.

If he had not watched the mask enter the other party's body with his own eyes, he would not have believed it even if someone killed him.

And now, the other party had made another incomprehensible move.

The unknown was what terrified people most. An unprecedented pressure bore down on him like an invisible tide. As he watched the Angel Sacred Sword slowly rise, he found it a hundred times more terrifying than when its holy light had burned fiercely before!

Almost instantly, Mask Douluo made a decision that would have seemed utterly absurd to anyone else.

Run.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around. Soul Power exploded beneath his feet, and he transformed into a streak of light, shooting wildly into the distance.

Devouring the angel was all well and good, but he needed to stay alive to enjoy it!

He had decided that rather than risk gambling here, he might as well report the news of the Six-Winged Angel's reappearance to the sect leader. He would naturally be rewarded then.

Ye Chenxing, who had been charging his power, was so startled